Prelude To Imagination Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
Prelude To Imagination
In the night, she is mourning her love,
In loneliness—dark as the night;
She walks the desolated seashores
In stellar light of a décor divine;
The moon is witness to her sorrow,
Glimpsing through the fluffy clouds
Moving along with her passing shadow…
O! Mystery for the curious eyes—
This impenetrable midnight ink!
Wondering minds at your existence:
An intriguing abyss of confusion…
Imagination's allured to speculation:
The ceaseless quest for meaning—
That they may define what's ineffable.
Such a brilliantly composed poetic commentary on sorrow, loneliness, confusion and one's search for meaning... the epitome of heartbreak... poignant to say the least... heartrending if dwelt upon...
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If anyone can define the undefinable, it will probably be a poet who has the largeness of vision to grasp such a goal. In fact, your whole closing stanza with its references to quest and speculation, mystery and meaning strikes me as if a poet were preparing himself, marshalling her resources for what T. S. Eliot call RAIDS ON THE INARTICULATE. Her feelings - of love, of loneliness - are so intense that psyche will be so energized, a poem will rise to the surface. It will be a poem of passion that will illuminate the experience of love and make her ready for it reality as well as its imagined state.